My Morning

February 20, 2008
By james lumpkin, Ypsilanti, MI

Waking up with that familiar sense

Of drowsiness and tiredness wanting to fall back to sleep

The irritating alarm of my mother as she struggles

To make sure we’re up now. Putting on clothes for that new day

Trying to look like I know what I’m doing when I put on

That shirt that doesn’t match those pants. Running out

The door as the clock down to that

Minute when the bus arrives. Hoping for the best

As I ride toward my prison known simply as school

All one can do is hope for the afternoon to com

Till the next day when I experience all over again, My Morning

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